Odiaa, my dear brothers,
Lend me your ears.
To bury the colonial
Unlawful language
I appear.
Let it be clear,
I come to speak
About its funeral.
Undemocratic and
Unconstitutional language
Is our enemy,
It is at the root of
All loot and murders,
See me I am here as lighter.
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